Stir Crazy
Dammit! You brought your index finger to your mouth for what seemed like the hundredth time. Stupid faulty wires. Sam and Dean had left a few days after your "experience" of viewing The Sixth Sense, and side note: yes, even you did not see the twist coming, though you didn't care to admit it. Regardless, you'd decided to use your new found free time to check a few things off of Bobby's "to do at some point" list. Everyone knew that unless something was essential, it most likely was never going to get fixed. At the moment, you were having an argument with the old dishwasher…and losing. You'd already lost feeling in about three fingers and were going on a fourth. You finally found the two wires that needed to cross and when it gave you a shock for the hundred and first time, you yelled and threw your wrench at it. Not the most mature way to handle the situation but you and your fingers were fried (literally). Screw it, you'd just buy a new one online later.
"Let me know next time you decide to do some home improvement. I'll get my hard hat." You crawled out of the small cove wiping the sweat from your forehead with a bandana. Falling on your ass with your back against a cabinet, you had no other response than to simply glare. "What's with the Tim Allen impersonation? You thinking about a new career path?" You stood up and retrieved a glass from the wooden cupboard. "I don't know Bobby, just caught the bug I guess. You weren't exactly planning on upgrades any time soon and without them face it, this place is gonna fall apart." He grumbled to himself. "Don't need no damn upgrades." You rolled your eyes and turned to get some water from the sink…only to have your glass filled with a brown sludge. Without blinking you turned to meet Bobby's stone expression. "Bobby…call a friggin' plumber." And before the peanut gallery gets any ideas no, you hadn't even messed with the water pipes yet. "Yea, yea.." he said to himself once more. With that established, you turned and made your way to the study, where there was a jammed desk drawer that needed attending to. You grabbed a screwdriver from the tool kit and turned around only to have the item ripped from your grasp. "Seriously Y/N/N, don't you have a case or something? You're driving me nuts." You put your hands up in confusion.
"I mean I caught a few nibbles, but nothing exciting. I set a few local hunters on the scent so they pretty much have it covered."
"Well have you checked with Sam and Dean? Excitement seems to follow those boys like fleas on dogs…which I still don't approve of just for the record."
"Yes Bobby, you've made your stance on me working with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum very clear. But no, I hear they're in Massachusetts at the moment and Boston accents annoy the crap outa me."
"Why don't you just go and check on them, see if they need a brain at the moment. Couldn't hurt. Besides, I'm sure the accents are less dangerous than the dishwasher anyway."
"Hilarious, but I guess you have a point. I'll pack up and head out first thing tomorrow."
"The house thanks you." You rolled your eyes at Bobby. "I think you mistranslated, pretty sure it's screaming for help."
"Which you will be too in a few seconds if you don't quit bein' a smartass." You chuckled and made your way upstairs to pack.
You figured it would be relatively cold this time of year, so you packed on the heavier side. Since you had zero idea about what the case was regarding, you figured you'd just pack the essential weapons, i.e. your desert eagle, your knife, and a flask of holy water. It was never a bad idea considering demons had a hand in literally everything. Still, you zipped up the duffel and brought it downstairs to wait by the door for departure tomorrow. Now it was time to rest up.